Vague. ‘Stuff’ and ‘things’ were murders as easily as they were innocuous. But Ben knew all about jumping to conclusions. He’d happily jumped himself off that very cliff before, trying to stare down the knives and guns of killers.

Jeremy was at least not brandishing his firepower aloud. So Ben didn’t need to mince his words in reply.

“Solid goals I guess.” Ben could at least bet that Jeremy had implied he wasn’t intending on declaring himself Fittest. Jeremy’s eyes weren’t dead quite yet, maybe they could still see the value in a different sort of plan.